What has been told, what has been withheld, what might yet be written differently?

On every grave, for saint or for sinner, grows a green garden

We chase each other through the murmuration.

What lies on the land between this life and that death?

राई का दाना इतना छोटा होता है
The seed of the mustard is so small

When the fire mouths Oh Oh Oh I know what it means.

But I came into the world with this full head of hair.

The punishment of the oppressor is that they are denied poetry.

I am here. I am walking/ as a person, breathing.

An interview with Devyn Mañibo

I grow, I decay, darkness comes, lightness comes

auspicious tree roots
Rather than waste energy
told a new story

aku laju ke masa yang nun | I continued to the time over yonder

A triptych

the peaks of this memory
sharpen

An open call for journalism on Asian immigrant and Muslim communities

How your sound fills/ pockets.

I lowered into the well—/ consented to living as someone else for a while

“How To Evaluate A Family Genealogy” and “Men of Might”